All felt as you´d never be back
Indifference´s felt means odds you lack
The sight of baby-blue skies where all black
Science superstitious, religious of luck
Still I knew it all went to ****.

Turns of life never warn, uncertainty hands me garn
Sailing adrift for so long, I stopped giving a ****
As clouds turned grey, wind ought to obey
I sailed smooth as art being kind as we both just layed
Future blank. Still I hope your heart, mind and lust stayed
Rarely I´ve bowed but for you I´ve prayed.

Now all is white
Nothing to see but light
Skeptical still I think this might;
Turn the wheel to be where there´s bright.

We´ll see times getting dark
We´ll not treat them as a snark
We´ll grow
We´ll comprehend
We´ll never know
What we´ll have to amend
But we´ll both know, we have a friend.

I´ll paint my platonic muse
All but faint, pantonic colors in use
Love´s now a truce; &
Forever that canvas will hang loose
And such sight will sound blues;&  
my eyes will always amuse.